Lirieke: John Denver. River Of Love.
All of my life, I've been so happy
While I have had you by my side
And now you say, you're gonna leave me
For to become someone else's bride
Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy
And the flowers they are dying on the shore
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness
And the nightingales will sing no more
What can I do to hide my sorrow?
What can I do to ease my pain?
And how can I keep these tears from fallin'?
Oh darlin', won't you come back home again?
Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy
And the flowers they are dying on the shore
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness
And the nightingales will sing no more
Tomorrow, I will take you to the station
And see that you're safely on that train
And when that 2:19 has departed
I'll never ever see your smile again
Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy
And the flowers they are dying on the shore
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness
And the nightingales will sing no more
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness
And the nightingales will sing no more
While I have had you by my side
And now you say, you're gonna leave me
For to become someone else's bride
Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy
And the flowers they are dying on the shore
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness
And the nightingales will sing no more
What can I do to hide my sorrow?
What can I do to ease my pain?
And how can I keep these tears from fallin'?
Oh darlin', won't you come back home again?
Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy
And the flowers they are dying on the shore
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness
And the nightingales will sing no more
Tomorrow, I will take you to the station
And see that you're safely on that train
And when that 2:19 has departed
I'll never ever see your smile again
Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy
And the flowers they are dying on the shore
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness
And the nightingales will sing no more
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness
And the nightingales will sing no more
Denver John
Denver John
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